Poetry

New York just wasn’t the same. i remember as a kid everything was grey and brown like the old movies, and my uncle had this 2nd floor ...

It goes down hard, this pill of blue. Sweet, the sensation it brings. A body tingling, a mind trapped by emotions long dead. Innocence lost in ...

It was 24 minutes before midnight when I cried into the lonesome river of lost hope and shivered tearless once again, fearless in a daze I quiver ...

You could see on the rocks Below the bridge Fingernail scratches From failed suicides Trying to climb back up

The clouds clung to the horizon like raindrops dancing with the distant Pacific, as if hung from the sun by an invisible string. Significant but nothing ...

A child is lost in the woods. The crows hear her cries. But not you. Then a child is lost in the playground imagining the fast car she will someday drive. ...

A whale beached itself. Some tried to heave it back into the water. Others hung out in hopes to see it die. And many just snapped picture after picture to ...

Ancient Ireland, her stubborn earth by roadsides, sooty sons hurling in the navy blue evening before dinner. 70mph punching through peripheral ...

Cover my life with angels. Hammer them out in gold and place one at my beginning and one at my end. Stretch their wings wide over my days so I may ...

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